What's next?

The doorbell rings.

You frown as you hear the doorbell ringing. “Who’s that?” You wonder as you try to pull your pants. That’s when you realise that you have a problem. Your erection won’t go down.

Your bimbofied flat mate reaches out to rub and kiss your ridiculously swollen members. It feels good. A little too good and you reluctantly brush her tiny hand aside. “Stop that pet,” you say as you walk to the bathroom and grab a towel, wrapping it around your waist. It hardly conceals your engorged cock. You shiver. You’d intended to increase your own sexual stamina and sensitivity. You may have overdone it. Your cock is aching.

You move awkwardly to the front door and open it a little and peer out. Your flat mates friend Dave stands there. “He Bill. Is Luke in?” Dave asks.

“Um...” you start but Luke approaches and pulls open the door.

“Dave! Just the guy I wanted to fuck!” Luke says, dropping to her knees and working his fly down.